The Paper • Page 9 • February 5, 2015
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Happy Hour Politics to Hear From Councilman Chris Cate – Join Happy Hour Politics on Wednesday, February 18, to meet Chris Cate, newly-elected to the San Diego City Council, representing District 6. Cate, 31, is a native of San Diego, raised by a single mother. While a student at the University of San Diego, he and a friend started their own company to help pay the way. After college, he was an analyst for the S.D. County Taxpayers Association; left to become a policy adviser to then-Councilman Faulconer, and subsequently returned to the Taxpayers Association as vice president. Chris is the first Asian-American to serve on the San Diego City Council in nearly 50 years. During the campaign, Mayor Kevin Faulconer expressed his eagerness to work with Chris again, saying “He has the right combination of background, experience, and just common sense that I think is exactly what this city needs." Happy Hour Politics events are held the third Wednesday each month from 5:30pm-7:30pm at The Crossings, 5800 The Crossings Dr, Carlsbad. There is a $20 cash cover charge (includes appetizers). Drinks are available for purchase. For more information, contact Coordinator Melanie Burkholder at 307.690.7814 or hhpcbad@gmail.com. Check us out on Facebook as Happy Hour Politics, or follow us on Twitter @hhpcbad. RSVP by February 11th. HHP is a satellite club of Carlsbad Republican Women Federated (CRWF).
The Escondido Chamber of Commerce’s monthly mixer will be held on Thursday, February 12, from 5-7pm, at Stone Brewing Co., 1990 Citracado Parkway, Escondido. Casual attire suggested.
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became more frequent and daring; our ammunition now grew very short, and we never used a charge without we were sure of its paying for itself.
At length we gained the willows. If our ammunition had been plenty, we would have fought them here as long as they might have wished. When all was gone, what were we to do with an enemy more than ten times our number, who never grants or receives quarter? Eroquey proposed one bold charge for the sake of the women and children. "Let us put our trust in God," he exclaimed, "and if we are to die, let us fall in protecting the defenseless. They will honor our memory for the bravery they witnessed."
Sixteen of us accordingly mounted our horses, leaving the remainder to hold out to the last. Eroquey led the charge. In our fierce onset we broke through two ranks of mounted Indians, killing and overturning every thing in our way. Unfortunately, my beautiful horse was killed in his tracks, leaving me alone amid a throng of Indians. I was wounded with an arrow in the head, the scar of which, with many other wounds received since, I shall carry to my grave. My boy Baptiste, seeing my danger, called upon his
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Senior Anglers to Meet on Friday, February 13th - Guest speaker this month for the Escondido Senior Anglers meeting will be Captain Ernie Prieto, owner/operator of the Chubasco 2 deep-sea charters, who will speak on current fishing operations and discuss options for ESA club members to participate in, including the ESA charters available in 2015. The ESA will meet on Friday, February 13th at 9:30am at the Park Avenue Senior Center, 210 Park Avenue, Escondido. This energetic over-50 crowd of men and women participate in both fresh & saltwater fishing, youth trout derbies, various picnics, RV camp-outs and other community service events. Meetings are free and guests are always welcome. Shirts and shoes are required. Door prize winners drawn at the conclusion of the meeting. Valentine “Dance of Hearts” – Simply The Best Singles, an upscale organization, presents a Valentine “Dance of Hearts” for singles age 40 to 60ish on Saturday, February 14, 7:30-11:30pm, at the Hilton Del Mar, 15575 Jimmy Durante Blvd., Del Mar. Enjoy DJ Frankie with 80s to current dance music, icebreaker, prizes, psychic, and more. Dress is classy upscale (no jeans/no shorts); parking $5, valet $15; dance price $15 prepay or $20 at the door. Reserve at
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comrades to assist him to save his brother. They charged a second time, and the Indians who surrounded me were driven back. At that moment Baptiste rode up to me; I sprang on the saddle behind him, and retreated in safety to the willows. The foe still pressed us sorely, but their shots produced little effect except to cut off the twigs of the bushes which formed our hiding-place; as for charging in upon us, they showed some disinclination.
To hold out much longer was impossible. Immediate assistance must be had, and it could come from no other place than our camp. To risk a message there seemed to subject the messenger to inevitable death; yet the risk must be encountered by some one. "Who'll go? who'll go?" was asked on all sides. I was wounded, but not severely; and, at a time so pressing, I hardly knew that I was wounded at all. I said, "Give me a swift horse, and I will try to force my way. Do not think I am anxious to leave you in your perilous position." "You will run the greatest risk," said they. "But if you go, take the best horse."
Campbell then said that two had better go, for there might be a chance of one living to reach the camp. Calhoun volunteered to accompany me, if he had his choice of horses, to which no one raised any objection. Disrobing
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ourselves, then, to the Indian costume, and tying a handkerchief round our heads, we mounted horses as fleet as the wind, and bade the little band adieu. "God bless you!" shouted the men; the women cried, "The Great Spirit preserve you, my friends."
Again we dashed through the ranks of the foe before they had time to comprehend our movement. The balls and arrows flew around us like hail, but we escaped uninjured. Some of the Indians darted in pursuit of us, but, seeing they could not overtake us, returned to their ranks. Our noble steeds seemed to fully understand the importance of the mission they were going on. When about five miles from the camp we saw a party of our men approaching us at a slow gallop. We halted instantly, and, taking our saddle-blankets, signaled to them first for haste, and then that there was a fight. Perceiving this, one man wheeled and returned to the camp, while the others quickened their pace, and were with us in a moment, although they were a mile distant when we made the signal. There were only sixteen, but on they rushed, eager for the fray, and still more eager to save our friends from a horrible massacre. They all turned out from the camp, and soon the road was lined with men, all hurrying along at the utmost speed of the animals they bestrode. My companion and I returned with the first party, and, breaking once more through the enemy's line, rode back into the willows, amid the cheers of our companions and the loud acclamations of the women and children, who now breathed more freely again. The Indians were surprised at seeing a re-enforcement, and their astonishment was increased when they saw a whole line of men coming to our assistance. They instantly gave up the battle and commenced a retreat. We followed them about two miles, until we came to the body of Bolliere — the old man that had been slain; we then returned, bringing his mangled remains with us. On our side we lost four men
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killed and seven wounded. Not a woman or child was injured. From the enemy we took seventeen scalps, most of them near the willows; those that we killed on the road we could not stop for. We were satisfied they had more than a hundred slain; but as they always carry off their dead, we could not ascertain the exact number. We also lost two packs of beavers, a few packs of meat, together with some valuable horses.
After attending to our wounded, we all proceeded to camp, where the scalp-dance was performed by all the Half-breeds and women, many of the mountaineers taking part in the dance. The battle lasted five hours, and never in my whole life had I run such danger of losing my life and scalp. I now began to deem myself Indianproof, and to think I never should be killed by them. The reader will wonder how a contest could last that length of time when there were but thirty to oppose five hundred men, and we not meet with a greater loss. It is accounted for by the Indian mode of warfare. The Indian is a poor marksman with a gun, more especially on horseback, and, to kill with their arrows, they must be near their mark. They often shoot their arrows when their horse is in full speed, and, unless they are very near their object, they seldom take effect. When they hunt the buffalo, their horses are trained to keep by the side of their destined victim until the arrow is discharged; then springing directly away, he escapes the charge of the infuriated animal, which becomes dangerous as soon as wounded. Unlike the Indians, we seldom discharged our guns unless sure of our man, for we had no ammunition to waste. Our victory was considered, under the circumstances, a glorious one, and all who participated in the battle our companions lauded to the skies. The women, too, hailed us as the "bravest of the brave," knowing
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